"I really didn't expect that this kid would make so many achievements in Xianyang City on this eastern tour!"

Listening to the compliments of the civil and military officers of the Manchu Dynasty on the side, Brother Zheng's face was full of thick smiles, and he said with emotion.

Immediately, I only heard Brother Zhengdao.

"That's it, this eastern tour, that's the end of it, get ready to return!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The ministers on the side hurriedly shouted.

Everyone really wants to go back to Xianyang.

After all, it has been several months since they went on patrol with Brother Zheng......

Xianyang.

After knowing from Wang Jian that the thoughts of those families, Ying Changsheng was very satisfied, and immediately, he summoned Nei Shi Teng while it was still dark.

"Ye Teng, let go of all the people in the prison!"

Ying Changsheng said to Ye Teng in front of him.

"Your Highness, just arrested them and brought them to justice, but now you want to let them go all, isn't it a bit ...... to do so?"

Ye Teng frowned.

Together, this is the upper mouth moving, and he is going to break his leg below.

Just finished the matter, but Ying Changsheng said a sentence and let the person go, so that Ye Teng at the moment really had a lot of resentment in his heart.

"Not so much, but!"

Ying Changsheng waved his hand at Ye Teng.

"When I let them go, tell them a word, their charges have not been offset, ten days later, they must come to Xianyang, the academy opened by this son, to hold classes, if anyone dares to disobey, Ye Teng, you remember it for me, catch it at any time!"

"The minister understands!"

Ye Teng hurriedly said.

……

The next day, Ying Changsheng went to the wasteland that was about to be reclaimed.

Yesterday, one afternoon, several fire barriers had been dug out here, and now, it could be set on fire at any time, when Ying Changsheng arrived.

I saw that Gong Chuan Shangzao was standing in place with a group of Shaofu craftsmen, and on their side, there were rows of new and abnormal curved ploughs that had just been made.

"Nineteen Sons!"

Seeing Win Changsheng coming, Gong Yi Shangzao hurriedly came to salute.

And Xiao He and Chen Ping, as well as Cao Shen and Fan Xu, followed behind Win Changsheng, as for Liu Bang!

Well, Liu Bang is driving the carriage for Ying Changsheng right now.

The identity is a coachman, and now he stops the carriage and feeds the horses some forage by the way......

"I'm the one who asked you to make a plow?"

Win Changsheng glanced at Gong Lose, and then fixed his gaze on the rows of Quyuan plows on the side.

"Exactly, Nineteen Princes, according to your orders, the minister rushed out three hundred planes overnight last night, but the minister really doesn't understand, is this kind of plough really useful?"

Gong Yi Shangzao frowned and said.

"If you can't use it, these 300 ploughs, the waste of materials, and the energy of craftsmen, are a lot of money......

"Of course it works, you'll find out later!"

Win Changsheng Chaogong lost to the above theory, and then, he waved his hand.

Looking into the distance, the wasteland that was about to be reclaimed, I only heard him speak.

"Come with me!"

"No!"

On the side, everyone approached one after another, and Ying Changsheng, looking at the wasteland in front of him, he stretched out his hand and said to the left and right.

"Fetch the torch!"

"Is the nineteenth prince going to set fire to the wasteland himself?"

The faces of the public on the side, as well as Chen Pingxiao and others, changed suddenly.

"This kind of thing, it's better to leave it to us to handle it, how can the nineteen sons do this kind of thing?"

"Stop talking nonsense, fetch torches!"

Ying Changsheng continued to command.

The little face is full of determination!

Well, he really wanted to set the fire himself!

It's a lot of fun to set fires.

In later generations, there is a saying called setting fire to the mountain, and sitting in the bottom of the prison is through, but the current Win Changsheng doesn't care about this.

No one in Daqin can take care of him.

It's perfect to set a fire and play with it!

The subordinates on the side saw that Ying Chang was resolute, so he had no choice but to agree, and in the distance, Liu Bang, who had just parked the carriage and fed some forage to the horses, was busy again, holding a flint and steel, and lighting a torch for Ying Changsheng.

"Nineteen sons, the torches you want!"

"Yes, Liu Bang, you did a good job, do a good job, this son will reuse you sooner or later!"

took the torch, won Changsheng's side, and said to Liu Bang in front of him.

Liu Bang was immediately overjoyed, and thought that he had come to the end of his hardship, so he hurriedly smiled at it.

"Minister Liu Bang thanked the nineteenth son!"

And Win Changsheng didn't care about Liu Bang's goods, he held a torch, he walked into the barren forest in front of him, and after lighting a few places at random, he quickly retreated, and the fire also began to spread in this forest.

"Set fire to the mountain, cool!"

After burning the mountain, Ying Changsheng sighed with emotion, and then instructed Xiao He and Cao Shen on the side.

"Xiao He, you are in charge of the reclamation of the wasteland here for the time being, Cao Shen, you stay here, take care of these personal hands, don't let them live and die, escape!"

"Obey your orders!"

Xiao He and Cao Shen hurriedly bowed their heads.

At this time, Ying Changsheng began to command those people, teaching them to put the Quyuan plow on the oxen like this, and teaching them to manipulate the Quyuan plow like this!

"Hey, this one uses a cow to pull it?"

After watching Ying Changsheng put a zigzag plough on the back of a cow, the people were amazed.

They were all born as farmers, and they were naturally familiar with ploughing, and they had the impression that when ploughing the land, they needed two oxen to pull the plow.

An ox pulls a plow.

In their opinion, not at all.

Because in this case, the ox has too little strength to plow at all!

"That's how this plow has to be used!"

Win Changsheng said to the person next to him.

"As for the movement, you can't pull it? You'll see it later! ”

After that, he went to the public on the side to make a way.

"As I said, put all the plows on them, and get ready, and when the fire has been extinguished, they will go in and clear the land, and the three hundred will be responsible for the ploughing, and the remaining two hundred will follow behind, and remove the broken stones of the roots that have not burned!"

Win Changsheng's order was issued, and the people around him did not dare to slack off, but they only lost and shook their heads.

In his opinion, the plough of the plough must be pulled by two oxen before it can be pulled, and how is it possible for one ox?

At the same time, the fire burned quickly, and in a short time, the area where Ying Changsheng ignited, the shrubs and weeds in it were burned clean, and there were only some grass and wood ashes left on the ground.

"Alright, let's try plowing first!"

"Yes, Nineteen Sons!"

Several people hurriedly bowed their heads, and then, waving the thin whip in their hands, drove the ploughing oxen in front of him, and let him go to the field.